Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Shredded memory
The moment we are in it, into it, the shredded pieces are in one piece again. All of a sudden everything is in focus. We can see it. We can hear it. And we can be tough on it. Or just we can forget about it. That explains the powerful nature of one's brain and mind. In pieces we can foget and forgive, but in one, we should be grateful for making things the way it should appear to be. That one piece of memory explains the powerful. Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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Don't waste your life in doubts and fears: spend yourself on the work before you, well assured that the right performance of this hour's duties will be the best preparation for the hours or ages that follow it.
keep writes the blog..
don't look back anymore..
enjoy your life..
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